I stopped by to a concert in Charlottesville’s renamed and probably reowned Gravity Lounge that now goes by the name The Southern. For $20 of my friend’s money, we were let into a late start by Taylor Carson.

Taylor Carson is a guitar playing singer/songwriter from Arlington, VA if I’m not mistaken and while he didn’t play poorly, he had a style that to me spoke more of untapped potential. My favorite on his set was “Who Am I” which isn’t available on his album. But I picked up his CD anyway and got it signed while taking a moment to converse with Taylor. That’s the best part of small venues.

Pat McGee was an unknown name to me but he’s a pretty confident singer/guitar player with a four person band. He casually let the audience shout out their favorite tracks and then played most of them, maybe all of them, but some he put off until later.

For an encore, he brought an acoustic guitar into the audience and played even more intimately surrounded. The keyboarder, whose name I should familiarize myself with, brought out his saxes and one of the two percussionists brought out a box for homemade but well timed beats.

My friend picked up his CD and got it signed. Pat McGee and Taylor Carson are scheduled to do the Rockin’ The Outerbanks gig sometime in May. They were a great show especially since I was expecting absolutely nothing when I walked in.

Pulse pumping.
Murky water in life just jump in.
Everyone’s got a stake
No one is a vampire
I’ll keep your heart safe
and comfy like at camp fires
Soft brown eyes
aiming at the dart board
You trust me when you see me
you can also keep your back toward me

You’re used to being an outsider
Statistically mired as an outlier
Keep your feelings to yourself
Everything will be alright
But you’re down a different hole now
and I sing a different tune
I use words to traverse distance
At close ranges I’m holding you

Help me calibrate my interest
’cause I’ve got a lot of modes
I can back you up or boss you
if you like doing what you’re told.

I got a lighthouse for you
a phallic symbol with a pastoral view
So you can be pleased by my imagery
writhe on my cleverness
Let me shine in the dark places
And enter your depths
Move you like a wrecking ball
Save ourselves the rubble
Hold you in my arms
so you can be safe from any troubles.

I’m like the ocean tides coating your sands
as you filter me where ever I get in
I don’t irritate your pantyline
My intentions are deeper
Pumping life into you
baby, don’t fear the reaperWe’re the moon and stars cosmic expansive
floating out into outer space
on the ship that fate has handed us
And I must handle you
hands on bust
managed thrusts
to get to the meat of what we’re going through.
Oh, and whether pastoral, cosmic, or fucking.
I love you.

so I was gonna write a little rhymes
right a little wrong
Let you know I love to hold you
all night long
tighten a little like
you can’t do no wrong
If it wasn’t for the Nyquil
we might do it all night long
But I keep repeating myself
and it seems a little wrong
but I gotta break the writers block
before it’s gone too long
I got something for you
but telling you is wrong
I can’t wait to show you
all night long.